Breaking the Soul
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,540
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Breaking the Soul Part Two
"Worthless dog, am I?" he murmured. "Not quite as worthless as some other people that I know." He spit the blood from his mouth into the floor of the shower.
Kitana growled at him again. “How dare you.....how fucking dare you refer to me as worthless!!!!!” Kitana struck him with the knife again over his face, and kneed him in the gut. Kitana was more angry now than before. She wanted to kill him so bad for defying her. She needed to have fun with him first, and break down his will. She knew how, but the moment has not come....at least not yet."Push him a little more over the edge, you’re almost there."She grinned at him and stuck the knife deep into his arm. then took it out, and licked the blood on the knife, grinning evilly. ”Heh, your blood tastes nice, I just might want to eat you all up once I kill you.”
Kinta's faced crunched up when the knife plunged into his arm. A nearly inaudible grunt emitted from his tightly closed mouth as she pulled it out of his arm, the blood beginning to pour out.
"Damn you. You think that changes my opinion? It doesn't. Someone who takes pleasure in causing others pain is more worthless than the dirt that they stand upon," he said, spitting on her boots from where he had fallen when the knife hit him.
He was taunting her. He had seen what she could do. He WANTED her to kill him. He was pushing all the buttons he had found from watching her, or information from his 'sources', and now it was paying off. He would be dead soon, and neither she, nor anyone else, would ever strike him again. At least, not that he would feel.
Kitana was starting to get tired of him. She wanted to kill him but he was only a few hours old to her. He wasn't ready to die in her eyes. Kitana's expression went serious. She kicked him hard on the side, hoping he may go down. “I think those who get the pain from those who enjoy watching, deserve it very much. Especially you. You did a lot of bad things Kinta, so you deserve to live through every second of torture I hand out to you. I’m not about to kill you, not at all.” Kitana smiled and kneeled down to him, she kissed at his neck and bit at it. She continued to smile and kiss at him a bit. “I have to have all my fun with you before I even think about killing you.”
Kintaru turned and spat in her face. "Keep your hands and lips to yourself, bitch. I'm not yours to do with as you please," he said tiredly. The pain that was still flowing through his body was clouding his mind. It wouldn't be long before he passed out from it. Then he knew that things would get ugly if he didn't get her to kill him before then.
She growled but kept her smile. She got up, grabbed the back of his neck and slammed him into the floor. “You are a slave!!!You are mine! I will deal with your body however I damn well want!” An image flashed into her head, thinking about what she could do to get him extremely angry. She went to the door and called in one of her male slaves. He entered the room and followed Mistress Kitana. She took off the slaves robe, revealing him almost completely naked except for some leather underwear. Kitana whispered into the slaves ear and he nodded, walking away from her and towards Kinta. The slave picked Kinta up and kissed him with his tongue inside his mouth. Kitana stood near the wall, her arms crossed and grinning. She was waiting for the right moment, even at the cost of her slaves' life. She was going to do what she wanted to do, and see. She door leading to the other room was locked, she had the key, and the door was pure metal and the walls soundproof, so she knew if anything were to happen to her, noone would know, but that was a risk she was willing to take.
Kintaru's eyes blazed as his fist thundered into the slave's gut. When the slave hit the ground, Kinta picked him up, and slammed him into the wall. His foot crashed down into the slave's back as he lay there senseless. Kintaru flipped him over, and wrapped his hands tight around his opponent's throat.
When the slave expired with a final gurgle, Kintaru stood and turned. "That is what will happen if you try that again," he said, chest heaving, eyes blazing. But his eyes went dim, and he crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
Kitana was worried about her slave, but she pretty much new he was probably dead. She smiled as she noticed Kintaru laid on the floor, she knew she could do what she wanted now. She flipped him over as he laid on his back. Slowly she undressed herself, and placed herself on top of him, she kissed at his neck, and whispered into his ear. “You're gonna be mine now.” She grinned evilly and played with his partner. She waited until it responded, and when it did, she smiled. She placed him inside her and moaned a bit. She placed her hands on his shoulders and waited for him to wake up. She had him now, and she was going to take full advantage as she rode on him.
Kitana growled at him again. “How dare you.....how fucking dare you refer to me as worthless!!!!!” Kitana struck him with the knife again over his face, and kneed him in the gut. Kitana was more angry now than before. She wanted to kill him so bad for defying her. She needed to have fun with him first, and break down his will. She knew how, but the moment has not come....at least not yet."Push him a little more over the edge, you’re almost there."She grinned at him and stuck the knife deep into his arm. then took it out, and licked the blood on the knife, grinning evilly. ”Heh, your blood tastes nice, I just might want to eat you all up once I kill you.”
Kinta's faced crunched up when the knife plunged into his arm. A nearly inaudible grunt emitted from his tightly closed mouth as she pulled it out of his arm, the blood beginning to pour out.
"Damn you. You think that changes my opinion? It doesn't. Someone who takes pleasure in causing others pain is more worthless than the dirt that they stand upon," he said, spitting on her boots from where he had fallen when the knife hit him.
He was taunting her. He had seen what she could do. He WANTED her to kill him. He was pushing all the buttons he had found from watching her, or information from his 'sources', and now it was paying off. He would be dead soon, and neither she, nor anyone else, would ever strike him again. At least, not that he would feel.
Kitana was starting to get tired of him. She wanted to kill him but he was only a few hours old to her. He wasn't ready to die in her eyes. Kitana's expression went serious. She kicked him hard on the side, hoping he may go down. “I think those who get the pain from those who enjoy watching, deserve it very much. Especially you. You did a lot of bad things Kinta, so you deserve to live through every second of torture I hand out to you. I’m not about to kill you, not at all.” Kitana smiled and kneeled down to him, she kissed at his neck and bit at it. She continued to smile and kiss at him a bit. “I have to have all my fun with you before I even think about killing you.”
Kintaru turned and spat in her face. "Keep your hands and lips to yourself, bitch. I'm not yours to do with as you please," he said tiredly. The pain that was still flowing through his body was clouding his mind. It wouldn't be long before he passed out from it. Then he knew that things would get ugly if he didn't get her to kill him before then.
She growled but kept her smile. She got up, grabbed the back of his neck and slammed him into the floor. “You are a slave!!!You are mine! I will deal with your body however I damn well want!” An image flashed into her head, thinking about what she could do to get him extremely angry. She went to the door and called in one of her male slaves. He entered the room and followed Mistress Kitana. She took off the slaves robe, revealing him almost completely naked except for some leather underwear. Kitana whispered into the slaves ear and he nodded, walking away from her and towards Kinta. The slave picked Kinta up and kissed him with his tongue inside his mouth. Kitana stood near the wall, her arms crossed and grinning. She was waiting for the right moment, even at the cost of her slaves' life. She was going to do what she wanted to do, and see. She door leading to the other room was locked, she had the key, and the door was pure metal and the walls soundproof, so she knew if anything were to happen to her, noone would know, but that was a risk she was willing to take.
Kintaru's eyes blazed as his fist thundered into the slave's gut. When the slave hit the ground, Kinta picked him up, and slammed him into the wall. His foot crashed down into the slave's back as he lay there senseless. Kintaru flipped him over, and wrapped his hands tight around his opponent's throat.
When the slave expired with a final gurgle, Kintaru stood and turned. "That is what will happen if you try that again," he said, chest heaving, eyes blazing. But his eyes went dim, and he crumpled to the floor, unconscious.
Kitana was worried about her slave, but she pretty much new he was probably dead. She smiled as she noticed Kintaru laid on the floor, she knew she could do what she wanted now. She flipped him over as he laid on his back. Slowly she undressed herself, and placed herself on top of him, she kissed at his neck, and whispered into his ear. “You're gonna be mine now.” She grinned evilly and played with his partner. She waited until it responded, and when it did, she smiled. She placed him inside her and moaned a bit. She placed her hands on his shoulders and waited for him to wake up. She had him now, and she was going to take full advantage as she rode on him.